no one look at me i’m being sappy abt xarrastarion. anyway i can’t stop thinking abt astarion embroidering little fragments of xarrai’s poetry or songs on his clothes post-game like the one that larian patched out of the description for his camp clothes. smth abt keeping them close to his skin always… the way he starts to learn who they are when they start showing him the things they’ve never shown anyone else and the comfort he finds in their words (despite giving them so much shit every time they wax poetic at him). i’m ill. xarrai calls him a hopeless romantic and he tells them they have no room to talk bc they’re a fucking bard. he stitches their words into the cuff of his sleeve in thread just barely a different color from his shirt so he can ghost his fingers over them like a talisman against the dark and the weight of his memory. years later there’s a love song xarrai won’t outright say is about him embroidered in it’s entirety on the inside of his winter coat where it lays against his chest.
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i do love it early on when she heroes other heroes. . .
The woman falls without a sound, 250 feet straight down toward the roiling black water of the Golden Gate. She never reaches it because Spider-Woman is there to catch her.
❝ I don't know who this character is, or what he's done ⸺ but I'm taking him out of here ! He deserves better than to be fodder for your unholy experiments ! ❞
Streaking Earthward like a scarlet missile, The Spider-Woman intercepts her falling adversary. . .
i love it especially when it's their first time meeting each other.
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will you takeher hand?
' eh ... is it another dead end , eto-san ? ' from over her shoulder , his curious reds are visible and blinking even in the dark . when he had joined her for the sake of exploring an advertised labyrinth attraction , he didn't think that it would actually be so ... well , labyrinthine .
steadily charting a map in his mind has led him to wonder just how enormous the laid out complex was , though the tight corridors , despite being nigh pitch dark and immensely claustrophobic , didn't seem to bother him as much as anyone might have guessed it would .
as long as they kept going , they'd figure everything out at some point , right ? it's what he wanted to believe . it wasn't as if they were wandering blindly , taking care to memorize even the faintest landmarks and to make note of their steps . daisuke's about to turn when , even in the dim lit , he can make out the shape of her hand .
' u-um --- ! ' in an instant , the weight of every perceived expectation crashing into him , his heart starts to beat a little . his heart starts to beat a lot . ' n-no ... ! ' even a whisper as quiet as this still bounces audibly off the closed walls , but while his free hand sets over the space of his heart , his eyes widen at kimi before him --- ' wah ! n-no , i mean , not ... no to going with you ! or your hand ! i just ... '
his head starts to spin a little . he's starting to feel hot , and he's still acting like a total weirdo . it was normal for anyone in a labyrinth to want to hold the hand of their company to make sure nobody ended up split or separated , right ? yet the touch is still embarrassing , risky-feeling , and even worse , kimiko was still left standing there , awkwardly waiting for him to accept .
' i just --- um , ' a lie . he had to hurry up and think of something ... ! ' my ... my hands are a little sweaty . it might not be comfortable ... ' she might have even pulled away right away --- or called him gross without having any further interest in touching . yet still trying to resist any tremble , investing every ounce of his attentions into keeping himself calm and cool , ( just stay calm and cool ! ) he anxiously extends his own hand forward , and somehow , eyes shut , cheeks ablaze --- manages to slip his palm into her grasp .
it's warm . a little hot , even . his eyes snap open and he stares in wonder at her and their combined palms . wasn't it a little strange ? almost like dark's own deathly chill , avoided for as long as the boy's heart didn't reach its limit , transformation perpetually robbing him of his body's gentle heat . he only marvels briefly at his company's hands , pulled along down another long hallway . something like this , even wandering a seemingly endless maze that could have worn any lone person down ...
' um , eto-san . ' in the dark , he's relieved to hear that his nervous voice still sounded like his own . ' we ... we can do it ! ' she wasn't about to give up , and he wasn't either . like this , despite his usual worries and terror , it was even --- a little fun . reaching out a hand to him , and now feeling his own nestled within hers , was she as happy as he felt just to share in a little company , even in a dreary place like this ? ' we'll both get out . especially if it's us ! so , um ... l-let's try the other way ! '
maybe by the end of everything , they'd have a fun new victory photo to take home for themselves . or , if not that much , then at least a brand new memory --- one he'd cherish , quietly .
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